Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night a trip down to the corner store
Needed rolling papers, bag of chips, and a bar
Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water
When he burst in told the counter to the drawer
the piece to his teeth as he insisted
"If you know good for you, I think that you should listen"
But he didn't, attendant was
That's he flipped the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned and searched the store with frantic eyes
Of course he locked on mine, I was the only one
on kid, it's time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said you be trying nothing
Tied and blildfolded threw me in the
of gasoline and stale cigarette butts
I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is my luck"
My telling me this be my last one
Think to myself what the hell I could have
Should run
I bet it wasn't a loaded gun
Breathing heavily speeding up 70
on dead meat, don't even believe in heaven, B
Then 20 minutes at least, when screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a paces then throws me to my knees

- ZZ Ward]
I ain't try to hurt no one
See it my finger on that trigger
Visualize but I ain't got
Now I my bail but it just got bigger
Sirens shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I can't reverse
a target sitting on my back
The on me, yes I'll never be free

Fresh]
Okay substance in my reefer raps
They heard across the map
I'm running shit, a lap
on me, take a nap
But them dreams about me bad
Knowing I'm awake getting that you never had
I'm doing what I want so I ain't never sad
Do what you happy even if it makes them niggas mad
And they gonna about you, at least you staying on their mind
Tell them to get off your dick and to get up on grind
Trying to keep up with me, they just gonna get behind
Homie I'm the forward, make you want to press rewind
I keep them on the chase, that I'm in first place
I keep up with my pace, you should keep sneakers laced
We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find
gold up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time
And don't try to with my plans
Catch a bomb you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

[Blu &
Damn, niggas shot
Them pos be locking up the team and is hot
For your home block it's no weed and no more rock
My hurting, heard you eating, what you got
Driving in circles, make a with my watch
speed and fuck at the cops
I'll your cousin watch, I'll steal it
And my Glock's out
Hawks caught us by the place where we surfing
And brought us in cause we ain't insurance, fuckers